At work, while washing my hands at the handwash station before going out onto the floor, a guy comments about the way I walk. Apparently, I walk like a "tough guy." He proceeds to say I must be throwing something good to be as bulky as I am. I really didn't understand what he was talking about. Noticing my puzzled look, he asks what meat logs I'm throwing each day. He didn't notice the radio mic clipped onto my jacket's collar. I tell him that I don't throw anything because I'm the facility's HACCP Coordinator, I'm QA. Next he asks how long I'd been working for the company and if I worked up to it. I responded that I've been with the company for 3.5 years and started as a QA Tech. The conversation ends with him commenting that I've always been in QA. After thinking about the encounter, I realised he was sizing me up, trying to figure out which of the two of us would win in a fight. He was looking me up and down. I'm assuming he concluded he would win since he throws meat logs 8+ hours a day while I don't. I'm fine with that. Sure, I'm a big guy. Sure, I shave my head. Sure, I have a beard. Sure, I listen to Christian metal music. It doesn't mean I'm a guy looking for a fight. I also listen to Christian contemporary music. I'm probably one of the nerdiest people in the plant, I'm more tech savvy than our IT guy, and I'm one of the very few hourly employees, company wide, with a B.S. in microbiology.